Early Education I started my education at Blessed Sacrament in preschool, where I would remain until fourth grade. My time at the school's preschool revolved around my early obsession with Legos and other building blocks. My mother still reminds me of the fact that I would be constantly getting into trouble for making large scale works of art(or at least the preschool equivalent) and refusing to allow the other students to butcher my creations in order to play with the pieces themselves. After preschool I began reading chapter books at a young age since my mother was an elementary teacher herself and always stressed the importance of reading. Later in my life when my school work and other activities began to take precedence over reading my mother would quote ofttimes quote Confucious saying that: "No matter how busy you think you think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance". However, in my early life I didn't require any type of goading in order to start reading. In fact I began to make it a habit to ignore my teachers and read through their class, preferring to lose myself in the pages of my novel. As I got older, the risk of incurring the wrath of my teachers increased with my age. One particularly lucid example of this was in eighth grade when my History teacher stepped out of the room for a few minutes and I utilized the opportunity to open my newest fixation, the full set of The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy, while the rest of the class chatted amongst themselves. However, unbeknownst to me, my teacher returned and the classroom returned to its natural oppressive silence. The teacher than noticed me encaptured within the pages of the leather-bound tome in my hands. With rage reddening her face, Mrs. C snatched the novel from my hands, screamed something like: "IF I EVER CATCH YOU READING IN MY CLASS AGAIN, I WILL HULK THIS BOOK ACROSS THE ROOM!!!!", slammed the book into the floor and stalked away from me leaving a very confused and startled middle-schooler in her wake. Despite her lack of subtlety, Mrs. C effectively scared me into paying attention for the rest of my school career and ushered me into high school with a crucial lesson to bring with me into higher education.
I started my education at Blessed Sacrament in preschool, where I would remain until fourth grade. My time at the school's preschool revolved around my early obsession with Legos and other building blocks. My mother still reminds me of the fact that I would be constantly getting into trouble for making large scale works of art(or at least the preschool equivalent) and refusing to allow the other students to butcher my creations in order to play with the pieces themselves. After preschool I began reading chapter books at a young age since my mother was an elementary teacher herself and always stressed the importance of reading. Later in my life when my school work and other activities began to take precedence over reading my mother would quote ofttimes quote Confucious saying that: "No matter how busy you think you think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance". However, in my early life I didn't require any type of goading in order to start reading. In fact I began to make it a habit to ignore my teachers and read through their class, preferring to lose myself in the pages of my novel. As I got older, the risk of incurring the wrath of my teachers increased with my age. One particularly lucid example of this was in eighth grade when my History teacher stepped out of the room for a few minutes and I utilized the opportunity to open my newest fixation, the full set of The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy, while the rest of the class chatted amongst themselves. However, unbeknownst to me, my teacher returned and the classroom returned to its natural oppressive silence. The teacher than noticed me encaptured within the pages of the leather-bound tome in my hands. With rage reddening her face, Mrs. C snatched the novel from my hands, screamed something like: "IF I EVER CATCH YOU READING IN MY CLASS AGAIN, I WILL HULK THIS BOOK ACROSS THE ROOM!!!!", slammed the book into the floor and stalked away from me leaving a very confused and startled middle-schooler in her wake. Despite her lack of subtlety, Mrs. C effectively scared me into paying attention for the rest of my school career and ushered me into high school with a crucial lesson to bring with me into higher education.